My time
My life
My wrong
Your right
My death
Your tear
My breath
Your fear
My all
Is lost
I'll pay
The cost
Put me in the ground
So I wont hear a sound
Put me in the ground
So I wont say a word
Put me in the ground
Lay me to rest
Pile tons of dirt apon my chest
So I can never escape
Put the nail in my coffin
To seal my fate
Burry me somewhere noone can see
Put me in that cold dead plot
And leave my body and soul to rot
Scars on my arms
The memories remain
As they run through my brain
Blood squirting out of my vains
That was the past
But the cuts will last
As a reminder not to cut
Cause then I'll be out of luck
The scars are not pretty
The scars are not cool
The scars are just there
To sit on my arm
Reminding me to cause no moer harm
We sit and wait
For the Pizza Guy
To die
On his way
On this faithful day
Which is his last
It's such a blast
Cause he dies
He gets away from his apin
That tprments his brain
Which drives him insane
But noone can claim
His life
His fantasy
Himself
The Pizza Guy
Who will die
So I sigh
Not really that great of a peom but its odd so I like it..I wrote waiting for a pizza to be delivered to me years ago.
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